Chapter 1771 – Children Make Choices, Adults Take All
This book contains an overwhelming amount of cringeworthy descriptions; I just hope Wei Ci doesn’t get scared.
As soon as she read a passage, Wei Ci frowned in confusion.
“What is the Ming Shang Emperor?”
Jiang Pengji glanced and replied, “The male lead’s name.”
Wei Ci said, “Traditionally, names are valued by their single characters, and… who would name a child with the character ‘Shang’?”
Does that imply the child died too soon?
“Probably just a random combination from a naming software; after all, you know how many novelists despise naming characters, it’s truly a hassle for those who struggle with names.” Jiang Pengji couldn’t help but complain, “It means they just randomly pick three characters to form a name.”
Wei Ci cast a deep look at his lord but didn’t say a word.
Even his lord has naming troubles.
Jiang Pengji read with rhythm, and Wei Ci listened graciously, although he interjected with questions from time to time.
After Jiang Pengji finished reading ten chapters and thirty thousand words of palace intrigue, Wei Ci displayed an indescribable look of conflict.
“What’s wrong?”
Wei Ci exhaled, struggling, “It’s long-winded and cumbersome; you could describe it in a few hundred words. Why waste precious space?”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Don’t you find the psychological analysis of these characters quite interesting?”
Wei Ci lamented, “Even if written in tiny, dense letters, it uses up ink and wastes paper.”
Jiang Pengji: “…”
She couldn’t help but tell Wei Ci, “This whole book costs just a few coins; if printed in large quantities, it would cost less than ten coins.”
Wei Ci’s eyes widened in shock.
“How many words are in this?”
Jiang Pengji flipped through it, giving an approximate number, “About two hundred thousand.”
Two hundred thousand words, for less than ten coins…
Wei Ci struggled, “The Golden Scales Pavilion has tens of thousands of volumes, totaling only around eight and a half million words…”
In other words, you could buy a library’s worth of books from the Golden Scales Pavilion for only four hundred coins?
What does that even mean?!
Even the poorest family could manage a Golden Scales Pavilion in a year of hard labor!
Jiang Pengji splashed cold water on him, saying, “I told you, you may never see such a level in your lifetime.”
Wei Ci paused, considering the state of the world from his previous life. The book industry thrived due to improvements in printing and papermaking techniques, indeed reaching heights Wei Ci previously couldn’t have imagined, but achieving the scale mentioned by Jiang Pengji was simply impossible.
Jiang Pengji smiled, “But it will definitely happen within a hundred years.”
“A hundred years?”
Wei Ci gasped; even a hundred years is terrifying.
A hundred years ago, reading was still a privilege for the few; today, not much has improved, and the aristocrats hold an even tighter grip.
If not for his lord emerging to withstand the pressure from the aristocracy and cultivate a group of ordinary students at Golden Scales Academy, this situation might have persisted for much longer. One hundred years from now, every household could casually have a collection like the Golden Scales Pavilion…
Just thinking about that scene made Wei Ci’s fingers tremble with excitement.
Jiang Pengji said, “Some things develop too rapidly, which isn’t necessarily a good thing; only what is timely has fertile ground for development.”
For instance, recently popular “The Investiture of the Gods,” that heavily criticized Di Xin… oh, I mean Zhou Wang, who was quite advanced in thought and action for his time. Later generations can’t say he was wrong, yet he simply didn’t fit the era and ultimately became a failure.
Wei Ci made an effort to calm himself, yet his gaze at Jiang Pengji’s hands holding the Mary Sue novel intensified with fervor.
“Zixiao, do you see it?”
“What?”
Jiang Pengji said, “The future I want to create.”
The two were wildly scattering dog food.
The Old Commander, witnessing what he brought to mock Jiang Pengji being used to flirt with men, felt a toothache from anger.
Your Dad: I wanted you to see what the transmigrated girl does with rubber to reflect on your own situation, and here you are flirting?
Jiang Pengji silently thought.
“Does the damn rubber tree matter more than my Zixiao?”
Single dogs are only suitable for Singles Day, while cleaning out their shopping carts, they also end up losing limbs, simultaneously munching on someone else’s dog food.
System prompt: Your friend Your Dad has added you to their blacklist.
Jiang Pengji: “…”
So he’s angry now?
At least send me that rubber tree first!!!
“Zixiao, I think I accidentally offended someone…”
Wei Ci stated that it must be because the other person didn’t know what was good for them. His lord’s emotions could be swayed by reason and sentiment.
Jiang Pengji chuckled inwardly, grateful the Old Commander had blacklisted her; otherwise, it would be too vexing.
The Old Commander always protected Wei Ci because he considered him a “minor male,” and in the eyes of this two- to three-hundred-year-old woman, he was merely a little kid without much hair. If she found out Wei Ci said that, she would surely explode.
Jiang Pengji said, “You have a point. After all, with age, it’s normal for her to be a bit temperamental at the end of her yin period.”
Hearing “the end of her yin period,” Wei Ci smiled even more.
This hinted that the other party was female and posed no threat.
Jiang Pengji, having read countless books and travelogues, recalled a similar record about the rubber tree from a distant place in this world. However, if she sent someone to search based on travelogues, it would take at least two to three years, or even five to six.
If luck were low, the person sent might die halfway, requiring another batch to be dispatched, extending the time even further.
If only the Old Commander could mail some over; who knows how much manpower and resources could be saved.
As soon as the Old Commander unblocked her, Jiang Pengji went to butter him up, showering him with all the flattering words she could muster.
As the saying goes, good women fear clingy men????, in the end, Jiang Pengji thawed the Old Commander’s icy demeanor.
“Ladies and gentlemen, last night, an immortal entered my dream and pointed the way…”
First thing in the morning, Jiang Pengji gathered everyone with a grave expression, starting with quite a fantastical statement.
Everyone knew their lord was extraordinary; after all, during the battle of Zhanjiang Pass, the myriad arrows fired by Nie Liang could not harm her at all, and that was witnessed by thousands of pairs of eyes. She also claimed that when she was young, she dreamed of the blazing sun descending, where a white-haired immortal taught her a set of bamboo slips, helping her make up for the lack of yang energy when a woman generates life, allowing her to practice to perfection and even release innate energy for protection. All signs pointed to the fact that their lord was a disciple of a certain immortal!
Now, their lord declared an immortal had come to guide her in a dream, which was mostly true.
Feng Jin frowned and asked, “What did the immortal say?”
Jiang Pengji felt that Huai Yu was getting the hang of things and noted down a little credit for him.
“Recently, I was troubled about something, and the immortal said she had a feeling and specifically assisted me, dropping something at a certain place west of the city…”
“In case the heavenly gift gets damaged by the common people and angers the divine, we need to send someone to look for it as soon as possible!”
Jiang Pengji nodded, “That’s what I’m thinking.”
In reality, her inner monologue was whether to start with tires or the BYT…
